Hugh Jackman In Australia (2008)

hugh jackman in ‘australia’ (2008)

(this scene has taken up about 80% of my brain this week)

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

yasssss! i love ask questions (and also ur taste pookie >>)

don’t think they know - chr*s br*wn.. i swear, this is logan and i’s song i mean huh

beetlejuice - mariah the scientist

all to you - sabrina claudio

tyrant - beyoncé

like - bts

I'm imagining how Logan letting you see his claws up close for the first time would go and like not to be too tmi, but I do think Logan's claw slits would be soooo sensitive.

I could imagine him not really holding hands with you or letting you get too close to his hands in general until the two of you have progressed past something superficial.

The first time he lets you even get near his hands is when the two of you are lying in his bed. Your back pressed to his chest and his chin resting atop your head.

You've got one of his hands held by both of yours, running your fingers over his blue veins and tracing the divets and scars of his skin.

"How'd you get this one?" You ask, running your thumb over the rough line of skin, tilting your head up against his chin some.

His other hand momentarily stops its path where he'd been smoothing it down the soft of your arm.

"Think I was cutting up an apple," he jokes.

The two of you burst into a fit of giggles and he presses a kiss to the side of your temple, moving to speak before he's suddenly caught off with a moan so low you almost weren't sure what it was at first.

Logan doesn't even seem as though he's noticed as his brows remain furrowed and his body relaxed beneath you.

"What was that?" You turn to him, brows arched. You know he can already read the scheming expression written over your features.

Wordlessly, he pops his neck as he moves his hand upwards towards your face, pulling your hands along with it.

Balling his hand into a fist, he turns his knuckles towards you.

Your eyes catch on three small slits between each of his digits, only about half and inch or so long.

Cautiously, you run the tip of your finger down the length of one, earning a shiver from the man beneath you.

"Does it hurt?" You say quietly, nearly a whisper. Almost as if speaking too loud would startle the riveting atmosphere of the room.

You feel him shake his head 'no' behind you before he says gently, "feels good."

You give a slow nod at that, eyes glued to his knuckles.

"Can I touch them again?" You ask after a quiet moment passes.

Logan hums from behind you, "Go ahead."

You're careful in the amount of pressure you apply as you gently stroke the tips of your finger down each slit, relishing in the soft hums earned by the man behind you.

You can feel Logan's eyes watching you – as if equally enthralled with your newfound fascination of his mutation.

He lets you enjoy the delicate nature of it. A man so brutally threatening and deemed almost wild for the majority of his life subdued by something so seemingly trivial about the very thing that labeled him dangerous in the first place.

It's sweet to him.

"D'like it?" Your voice pulls him from his haze.

He seems to mull over his response, unfurling his hand to flex all five fingers in a spread palm.

"S'okay," he offers before unsheathing his claws, letting you look them over.

The lights from his room add a sparkle to their sharp tips, and for a moment, he finds his loathed despotion for them to be almost futile.

"They're pretty." You comment, meeting his hazel eyes in the metallic reflection of them.

He scoffs, "That's just cus' you're lookin' at yourself in 'em."

You feel him reach towards his beer on the nightstand. "I mean it." You click your tongue.

It's a sensitive topic for him, you know that.

Logan takes a swig of his beer, taking another look at his claws. He turns his hand back and forth before retracting them with a 'Shing!'

"Well, in that case," he flicks your temple with a chuckle, "Thank you."

"Can I see them again?" You pull his hand back into your own.

With a sigh, Logan unsheathes his claws for you again.

He takes another swig of his beer, mumbling "Brat."

me after reading this

“AQUEL NAP ZZZ” — ft. dbf!miguel

you’re sitting next to him on his soft couch, leaning against his shoulder as he’s got his arm wrapped around you. the tv lights up both of your faces, as the sound of characters talking to each other on screen start making you sleepy. your eyes fight to stay open, closing every once and a while. miguel notices your silence and calm demeanour and turns his head, and to his surprise, sees your eyes shut.

“are you sleepy baby? hm?” he asks softly, stroking your arm as you open them up again from his voice, rubbing your face tiredly. “mhm” you mumble with a slight pout, nuzzling your face on his shoulder. “se te nota que estás cansada, pobrecita” he coos, as you shift your body down to rest your head on his lap.

he pets your head gently, reaching down to plant a kiss on your cheek. a smile creeps up on your face from his affection, “i love you” you murmur sweetly. he chuckles softly, looking down at you as he strokes your cheek. “te amo mas princesa. cierra esos ojitos, i got you” he reassures tenderly. “mmm, but i wan’ watch tv with you” you mutter in your sleepy voice, making miguel’s heart flutter. “yo también corazón, pero tienes que descansar. tomorrow we can spend more time together and do whatever you want” he says softly, brushing your skin.

you wiggle your body into a more comfy position, your legs huddled on the sofa as you adjust your head on his lap. “lay on my chest baby, s’ more comfortable” he whispers.

with his words, you lazily lift yourself up as he lays his back down on the couch. bringing you into his arms, your face nestles in the crook of his neck, placing your leg on top of him for comfort. relaxing against his skin, your tired eyes begin to shut again. he strokes your shoulder and thigh gently, his warm touch instantly relieving tension in your body.

he looks at you lovingly as you breathe against his skin; so peaceful and delicate. the closeness between the two of you never fails to make his heart beat faster, no matter how many times you’re together.

knowing how safe and trustworthy you feel with him is the best thing in the world to him. your ability to be vulnerable and comfortable no matter what is something he never takes for granted, especially considering you’re never like this with anyone else but him.

you fall asleep quickly, soft breathes escaping you as he holds you in his big arms. miguel smiles at how cute you look sleeping, trying to stay as still as possible, ensuring he doesn’t interrupt his pretty girl’s beauty sleep. :3

when ur thinking abt buying a deadpool and wolverine poster but that means it’ll replace one of ur spiderverse posters..

i Died

“I’m just gettin’ started bub. ⭐️”

Haven’t posted in a while! BUT I SAW DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE YIPPE!! ⭐️